boss katsuki in his agency ordering people around and overseeing work. always wears a black t-shirt with his name printed in his breast (his merch), chunky black boots that make him an extra inch taller and his black cargos as his uniform while everyone else is in office attire. lots of pointing and snapping demands and reading through documents and looking at graphs on screen. all the interns and his workers are a little terrified of him, they try to say the just right amount to get a decent response before pottering off to continue.
and you seeing this all, entering a room from the back and he hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s frowning, like usual as him and two other people check a map and he literally towers over them. biceps thick and tight in his t-shirt with his tattoos sneaking down his arm. you can see the tattoo of your birth flower on the back of his forearm at this angle and the ownership makes you smile a little.
though your boyfriend always has a second sense when it comes to you. after thirty seconds his head jolts up and looks right at you. you don’t know how he does it, the room is packed and busy in the dark minus desk laps and the screen all around. you know if you told him he’d mutter something like, “it’s ‘cause we’re fuckin’ soulmates baby.” and perhaps that might be true.
he stomps over to you, never liking you being around his work because of all the violence and graphic details. you can barely handle when you know he’s in the hospital for a check up let alone knowing what he’s about to fight. he tries not to show much pda at work, he doesn’t want his team to see him so loved up and getting babied by you when they equally need to respect him. he does kiss you though as a hello, then puts his hand on your jaw to look at you properly, “have you not been sleepin’?”
you slap his hand off you, “are you saying i look like shit?”
he huffs a laugh, always amused by how quick you are to jump at him, “no, i’m sayin’ you look tired. y’can have a nap in my office if you want. i’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch.” you just look at him for a few seconds, his eyes flicking over you for any issues, always flooded with care. then his hand slips from your face to your hand to play with your fingers. “and for the record, i never think you look like shit. y’know i always think you’re beautiful, baby.”
you’re lost in him like always, wanting him to wrap his arms around you in a cuddle when someone walks over. it’s the guy who takes care of the finance side or something, you don’t really know. “dynamight! i’ve rounded the numbers and—,”
everyone loves you around the agency. not speaking to many people but always smiling and nodding a polite hello. you’re also so pretty most people do stop to get a quick glance and often wondering, how the fuck did dynamight get her?
“o-oh yn! didn’t see you there, h-hi,” he stumbles, and he’s cute. a little young and small, definitely nothing compared to katsuki. he holds his clipboard to his chest, completely forgotten about the prohero he needed to talk to and nervous around you. honestly he should still be nervous of bakugou.
“the fuck are you doin’?,” bakugou looks him up and down incredulously and the man suddenly remembers him, “i’m clearly busy.”
the man’s eyes drift from you to bakugou and his face flushes in embarrassment, “oh yes, yes sir. sorry.”
when he scatters off, bakugou turns back to you with a clenched jaw though you giggle, lightly slapping his chest.
“you’re so mean.”
“why’s he lookin’ at you like that? i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you and he’s interruptin’.” he grunts, fingers tightening around yours.
“be a little nicer to them, they’re working hard baby,” you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “i’m gonna have a nap in your office though. get me when you want a break.”
what you both fail to notice is how everyone in the room, all thirty people who dynamight is supposed to be tending to and looking over aren’t doing any work at all in this moment. sure, their hands are flicking through random papers to look busy but really they’re staring at you both. the fluttering touches bakugou leaves at your waist and how he delicately (who uses this word to describe the hero?) plays with your fingers. how there’s so much being said with your eyes; how the black of his pupils expand when they stare at you and how your eyes squint when you smile at him.
“wanna go with you now. they’re all fuckin’ useless here,” he sighs, not even bothering to lower his tone around said people.
you tilt your head, taking in his grumpy furrowed eyebrows and tight black top across his chest, “one hour and come get me.”
bakugou firmly nods, licking his bottom lip, “fine. love you.”
you hum, reluctantly letting go of his hand, “love you too. be nice.”
“no.”
don’t follow me just to unfollow me. make up your mind before you hit the button.
HI LOVE MY BRAIN GOES BRRR RN-
so remember the little drabble you wrote about 'oral fixation' where Bakugou sucked on tiddies
Well
Let's turn it around and say you got a stressful day at work so when you come home and lean against his chest for comfort- he catches you in his arms thinking you want a hug but suddenly you pull his tanktop up and start sucking on his tiddies as well because gawd it calms you so much and they're so soft and warm
Bakugou loves the feeling of your mouth around him and he can feel his pants getting tighter with every suck, lick or nibble you make <\3
-glasses anon
## new match ! -> fixated.
— re: katsuki bakugou.
— a/n: PLEASE okay, i had to write this because i did the reverse a few months ago and it makes me so happy !! i hope you liked this baby, thank you for sending it in <33
— cw: smut, mdni 18+, oral fixation, dry humping, soft baku :(( gn!reader.
— wc: 1.5K
okay but like ?? i can imagine you waddling in after a really long day, like your whole body is sore and your manager completely shattered your confidence and all you need is some comfort so naturally you’re heading straight for bakugou.
as always, he doesn’t question you when you collapse on top of him, clinging to every wave of warmth that radiates from his body. he doesn’t say a word when you force your head under his chin and curl up— he might look away from his phone or book for a second, just to sweep his vermillion eyes over you and check that you’re not physically hurt. but bakugou would never push you unless he knew that he needed to.
it’s only when you toy with the hem of his shirt, debating on tugging it up without asking ,that he gives you his full attention. “what’s the matter?” his voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating underneath you in an oddly calming way...because bakugou’s voice sounds like home, wraps you up and keeps you safe.
“bad day,” you tell him, still thumbing a loose string on his shirt and occasionally brushing the heat of his tummy.
“wanna talk about it?” you’d shake your head, hand crawling further up his shirt just to feel him but it’s not enough to touch his skin or to have his arms wrapped around you. you need more. katsuki cocks his head down at you— there’s something you need but won’t say. he’s always been one for tough love, never backing down when he sees you struggle but he can’t help you without letting you help yourself too. running a large hand down the curve of your spine, he speaks again in gentle tones. “you gotta use your words with me, you want somethin’ don’cha?”
“wanna be close to you…” is all you can manage, turning your face into his chest as craving to hear the thump of his heart becomes too much to withstand. bakugou wouldn’t force anymore out of you from there— he’d already have an inkling of what you needed, pushing you back to sit up and throw off his shirt before helping you to do the same.
skin on skin, is how you felt closest to bakugou. vulnerable to the blood red stare in the form of your lover’s eyes. you feel naked under his gaze even when you already are, you feel cool and goosebumps rise on your arms even though his skin is hot. but when katsuki’s rough hands tilt your chin up so he can reach you for a kiss— you don’t feel scared or unwanted or unloved, because he tells you without words that you’re all that he needs, that you’re more than good enough although the world or whatever bothers you screams that you aren’t.
the voice of bakugou’s love for you has always been louder than anyone else’s, his presence has always been more overwhelming than anything else you’ve ever felt. so you’ve learned over the years to trust him, to believe in what he says.
so with lips locked and bare skin against bare skin, your hands both perched at his collar bones begin to travel over the uneven patches of his body— the ones with battle stories written across flesh in the form of scars, your lips free his and start their own journey too, heading further south until your nose is pressed up against his heart beat.
you’d look up at katsuki, eyes locked and breath ticklish against your skin— as if you’re waiting for permission that he’ll give you anyways. behind his eyes you find reassurance before your mouth slips over his chest and encases one of his nipples. bakugou hisses at first, his chest had always been a sensitive area for him— especially with the scar scrawled between his pectoral muscles in chicken scratch— but whenever you’d asked, he let you suck away on it, watching the stress seep out of your pores and your body physically relax.
you can’t help but cling to bakugou, running your tongue over his perky nipples in slow circles and breathing heavily through your nose— your eyes grow hazy just as the memories of your bad day do. you can’t remember what your manager had said to make you so upset, they’re not even a thought in your mind. instead your mind is filled with bakugou and all the ways in which he overwhelms you. his presence is strong enough to flood a room and fill your heart with ease, he’s always been that way.
he’s always been your rock.
you hum in content, sleepy and pacified as your lover brushes his hands over your head, cooing to you as you suck on his chest and leave tiny bites in your wake. maybe you mark him to prove comfort to yourself, knowing that you’ll be the only person to ever have katsuki bakugou like this. to love and hold him like this.
to see the faint shade of pink rose rise on his cheeks while you drool and slobber over his chest painted with blue and purple blooms.
katsuki bakugou is your garden, your place of peace and solace.
eventually you come up for air, a light shine to your chin from where you’ve sucked too much on his pecs and your spit has seeped from the corners of your mouth— your brain crackles with serotonin, your body warm and soft against bakugou’s. and he smiles at you, vermillion orbs brimming with adoration as he swipes his thumb over your chin. “feelin’ good, darlin?” he coos down to you, head tilted as he looks at you through his pretty lashes.
he’s so pretty and you’re so so lucky. “‘m okay, i jus…” you can’t find the words, your mind too full of him and too tired to find words. your eyes start to water, a whimper laying wet on your bottom lip as you find yourself . “love you,”
“you do?” bakugou asks, although he already knows the answer and you know, he knows from the light brush of his thumb under your soaked starry eyes and the toothy, hooded grin shot your way. “yeah you do. y’know that i love you too, yeah? ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from doin’ so,”
your tummy rumbles with warmth and affection, body moving on its own accord to press yourself closer to the man above you— as if your body will melt into his if you try hard enough and will fill your need to become one with katsuki bakugou. dazed, brain fuzzy you latch onto his unattended nipple, not missing the way bakugou’s hips jump up and a quiet groan wets his pink lips. teeth and tongue the pink bud, keeping you sane after everything you’ve been through especially when bakugou’s hands slowly drop to your ass to pull your hips through the motion with his.
like this, your bodies feel perfect slotted against one another— the grinding of your hips fluid like waves pushing and pulling against a calm shoreline. you’re made for bakugou and he is the same for you. he’s the moon to your tide, the gravity that keeps you down to earth. your everything, you decide.
you’re his everything too, it’s written amongst the almost brown flecks contrasting against his dark red eyes— especially with the way he looks at you, mirroring your content expression as you write your love in the form of teeth marks and bruises against his scarred chest. when your tongue rolls across his rosey bud, you moan— relaxed and katsuki gasps, pinching you here or there, pushing his ever growing hard on into the sanctum of your soft thighs.
you could cum like this, both of you, but there isn’t a feverishness or need to, only underneath the desire to be close to one another— to cling to the intimacy hanging in the warm air of the night. the affinity you share blooms like rose petals across your skin from the build up of the night— hazy smiles and soft touches are shared until you surface for air and all you can breathe is him.
so when you do eventually both reach your highs from grinding against one another—katsuki’s clothed dick brushing your sex in regular motions, his breath hot against your lips— his chest stings with your fixation for him, bruised purple until your body comes down from its trembles and the stress is eliminated from your bloodstream.
“love you,” you repeat into a kiss with bakugou—clothes soiled, and your chest sticky and lips bruised.
“love you too, never gonna stop loving you,” bakugou smiles, chest and pecs sore from your attention but heart beating strong for you. “no matter what,”
and katsuki? he meant every word, because even if you biting and sucking at his chest would take away from all the pain you felt, would make you soft and at ease in his arms like you were right now, he’d take your fixation over your stress any day... tender chest and all.
MOONLIGHT; ariana grande
"The sun is setting and you're right here by my side and the movie is playing but we won't be watching tonight."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Y/n gushed as she finished setting up the area for their movie night.
"Coming!" Jack yelled grabbing their favorite snacks and making his way over.
He sat down right next to his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her.
"What movie genre babe?" Y/n said turning hulu on.
"I don't know, maybe a horror movie?" Jack said taking the remote out of y/n's hand.
"You know how I feel about scary stuff." Y/n whined pushing Jacks head softly.
"Well you shouldn't have asked." Jack winked scrolling through the options.
He picked a random horror movie & as expected y/n was feeling quite antsy.
They were only thirty minutes into the movie and Y/n kept hiding in Jack's neck.
"Jack can we please watch something else?" Y/n said into his neck.
"Okay y/n." Jack said exiting out of the movie, scrolling through other genres.
"Thank you." Y/n smiled kissing jacks cheek.
"He's so bossy, he makes me dance tryna sit in the back of his whip and just cancel my plans."
"Fuck me please!" Y/n moaned grinding onto his clothed crotch.
"We can't your gonna be late for your meeting!" Jack said holding onto her hips.
"Fuck a meeting, your my priority right now." Y/n responded kissing down her lover's neck.
"No love you have to go, we can continue this at home." Jack said grabbing her neck and kissing her.
"Fine." Y/n said slowly crawling to the front seat. She giggled when she felt Jack smack her ass.
"He knows just what it does when he's holding me tight and he calls me moonlight too."
"Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Jack asked holding it up.
"No i'm okay." Y/n said shivering slightly.
Jack shook his head and wrapped his jacket around her.
"You don't have to lie moonlight." Jack said pecking his lover's cheek.
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opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down!
“i wont take long she said, just give me ten minutes she said.” you and jack were running late and he was teasing you for taking so long to get ready.
“shut up jack and besides i rather look good and be late then have to rush and show up late and looking crazy!” you said shoving his arm.
jack already unlocked the car as you guys made your way to his jeep. you tug on the passengers seat door and he slaps your hand. “jack what the hell?” you whined as you rubbing your hand.
“now you know better than to open a door when im around.” he said opening the door and pushing you in.
“you didn’t have slap me though!” you said pouting as you melted into the seat. he laughed and grabbed your hand, giving it a kiss before closing your door and making his way to the passenger’s seat.
"Without consciousness nothing exists - actually nothing at all in this world. Everything, truly everything that makes up our world, everything imaginable has always and exclusively run through a human consciousness up to this point in time.
If there is no consciousness, it cannot be proven that the world and the entire universe exist. If there is no consciousness anywhere, there are no "I"s, no environment, no nature, no sun, no cosmos.
It follows in reverse that consciousness creates everything - everything that exists; everything we feel through our senses; everything we experience; everything we remember."
-Ulrich Warnke
YESS I NEED SEASON 3!!! NETFLIX HURRY UP AND RENEW THIS SHIT
i am living for season 2 of fate: the winx saga. the creators thought every little detail through so well. the first season was a bit iffy but ive said since day one i WILL watch the entire show, no matter how cringe it gets otherwise i’d be betraying my inner child. here’s some of my thoughts about s2, w/spoilers!
why did it take me so long to realise sebastian VALTOR IS valtor, like bro they couldn’t have made it more obvious but my brain just wasn’t keeping up i shipped valtor & bloom way too hard when i was a kid. and ngl, seb was kinda fine after he stopped pretending to be a little bitch.
DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE TRIX! when i tell you i screamed when i saw that fucking letter with “D’arcy and Isobel” (icy please be you). now i’m so impatient for season 3 purely for my favourite witches. also praying that my bae beatrix comes back. on that note, stormy was always my least fave of the trix (sorry, not sorry) but the portrayal of beatrix was absolutely perfect. idk if she genuinely didn’t know about her past & that everything we’ve been led to believe about her is true, or if beatrix was just a double agent for ANOTHER unseen force which is equally likely (much like stormy in original winx club, can’t remember the ep) but either way it goes i fucking love her. the actor, the writing, the character development — everything is chefs kiss.
OH and THE SUBTLE HINTS TO DAPHNE??? i was eating that shit up. every little flashback when whoever tf was talking about bloom not having anyone to guide her & then showing another girl (similar in appearance to bloom) helping her embrace her fairy side. DAPHNE BABE IF IT’S NOT YOU, I DON’T WANT IT.
anyway sorry this so long, promise ik how to be grammatically correct but i’m ranting so idgaf.